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Molly spread the blueprint across the hood of a stolen sedan, weighing the corners with empty energy-drink cans. "The boy is turning six," she said, tapping a crayon-drawn map of the living room. Bill adjusted his ski mask, decorated with smiling teddy bears from a clearance bin. "Six years of goodwill in plastic packaging," he muttered, checking the magazine of his neon water pistol. They had surveilled the suburban target for three exhausting weeks, noting that parents served organic juice boxes and that the inflatable bounce house arrived at precisely eleven. Bill practiced crawling through a cardboard box marked 'FRAGILE: PARTY FAVORS.' "We go in as clowns," Molly proposed, holding up two red noses that squeaked like panicked mice. Bill pulled on oversized shoes, waddling like a penguin harboring a deep grudge. The presents were stacked beneath a glittery unicorn piñata, each box wrapped in paper so reflective it could blind security cameras. "We take everything before cake," Molly whispered, stuffing deflated balloons into her duffel bag. Bill loaded candy into his pockets, leaving just enough room for the remote-controlled car he had already decided was his retirement fund. They synchronized cheap wristwatches to the exact minute the magician pulled a rabbit from his hat, knowing toddlers made excellent unreliable witnesses and that chaos was the oldest, sweetest trick in any criminal's book.